Unbroken Rules (Rules 3)

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I’m not on the pill anymore. I didn’t see the point after we broke up. I just thought I’d take plan B. I took it two days after. I completely forgot about it the next day and… I knew the success rate wasn’t as good past the first twenty-four hours, but I didn’t think I could…

Oh my God.

I watch the spilled champagne at my feet, the stained carpet. Thank the universe I didn’t drink

that. All I can do is stand there in complete and utter shock. I’m pregnant. Me, the dumbass who can never find her other sock, is creating a whole new human. There’s a person growing inside of my body at this very moment.

A person made of Haze and me.

I think I’m going to faint.

I stare at my phone blankly. I have no idea what this means… But I know one thing: I need to tell him, so I call back the number he used to text me.

He doesn’t pick up.

Not on the first call. Not on the fifth.

Pick up, damn it.

On call number eight, I give up and settle for Vic. I have to get his number directly from my contacts log since it’s been so long. He’s Haze’s best friend. Maybe he knows something.

“Yeah?” a voice says.

“Vic, hi. It’s Winter.”

“Winter, long time.”

“Tell me about it. Hey, I really need to get a hold of Haze, but he’s not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s not home, that’s for sure.”

I frown. “How do you know?”

“He’s my roommate. I just got home, and his car isn’t out front.” I hear motion down the line. “Wait…”

“What?”

“There’s a note on the table.”

“What does it say?”

It takes him an irritatingly long time to answer.

“Tell her I’m sorry.”

Fear slams against my rib cage.

“The place is a fucking mess. It looks like he left in a hurry,” he states. “What do you want with him anyway? Didn’t you break his heart three weeks ago?”

A raw edge of regret cuts through me.

“I’m pregnant.”